"Good," Ioan replied softly, then thought about what he was saying. "I mean, I think it's good for everyone to have at least one thing they're good at and enjoy. For me it's the music."
He shrugged slightly and motioned at the lakeside, his smile not faltering. She hadn't tried to hex him or hurt him, so that made her all right in his book. In the past, he hadn't paid much attention to Millicent, at least not enough to know her, though it wasn't out of spite or anything mean. She was older, in Anthony's year, and he hadn't exactly had a lot of interaction with Slytherins. Outside Daphne, he still didn't.
"Care to walk with me?" he asked. "I think if a muse is going to find me, she'll find me just as well with company."